Random Oneshots Pt. 2

HaoWoong: {Chemistry} [M]

POV: 3rd Person

  For a while, Hao had wanted to build up chemistry between Jiwoong and he. But he wasn't really sure how, even as they had finished their debut show, their chemistry together was lacking.

  And well, if they needed to make this work, and for the next 2.5 years, they should probably get to know each other. They talk more, but Hao had wanted other things. He craved more from the older, but he could only have so much.

  He knows what he wants by how his eyes linger on the male's behind as he danced, how his hips swayed when he walked, how the older licks his lips and Hao wished so much that he would have that opportunity.

  He knows Jiwoong had given himself to any trainee in boys planet that was in need of getting off because he was the oldest, responsible and kind enough to let others take him however they wanted as long as they were old enough.

  Hao had thought, and regretted that he had never taken that opportunity, even though he had a chance. He had only kept to himself and got himself off. And he knows, the members of his group had also gotten the chance to have Jiwoong.

  Hanbin, Matthew, Ricky, Taerae. He envied them, he wanted to have enough courage to ask, but he also knew the older had chosen those four to go to (especially Ricky and Hanbin) when he needed to get off.

  It was only him that hadn't had a taste.

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  "Hao?" The older's head poked into his room, hesitantly walking over. They were on a little break before their album unboxing.

  "Can I help you?" Even if he spoke to the older with informal language, it still seemed like they weren't close enough.

  "I was thinking that maybe we can just.. hangout and build our chemistry." He smiled shyly, walking through the door and closing it. Hao doesn't miss how the door had locked, but he doesn't comment. There's a feeling of excitement that bubbled in his chest.

  "Sure, I'm free right now, anyway." Hao pats the spot next to him and moves to make space for the Korean, but he only walked towards him.

  So close until he sits on the younger and straddles him, arms wrapped around his neck, "I was thinking that we could.. perhaps build it differently." He pauses before starting again, rambling, "of course- if you aren't comfortable, it's fine." He's mid-way of getting off of the younger when his waist is pulled, keeping him down.

  The way Jiwoong yelps is enough for him to lose it, his wants and desire pulling at his heart, and he smashes his lips against the older's who gets the message and kiss back, wrapping his arms around Hao.

  The way Jiwoong grinds down, clothed a** on his clothed erection, he gasps, biting on the older's bottom lip until he opens his mouth with a whimper. Jiwoong's mewls against his mouth are filthy.

  "Hyung," Hao gasps, feeling his pants being pulled. Jiwoong is opening just enough for them to go smoothly, and despite not having anything to prepare him, Jiwoong is stretched enough to take him.

  He knows the other stretches himself regularly in case he was needed in quick situations, slamming himself down onto Hao's erection and gasping at the larger stretch. Jiwoong is tight despite all the things he does, the younger groans at the warmth that wraps around him.

  He'd waited too long for this, so long that he'd lost himself just within a few moments, flipping them over and ramming against the older. His pace is quick and harsh as their bodies collide. Jiwoong's moans are loud, lewd. Hao buries his face in the crook of the older's neck, biting and marking.

  "H-Hao.." Jiwoong's breath hitches, and he comes all over the both of them, untouched. Gasping for air as his moans are punched out by the younger, who's still trying to reach his high. The Chinese's hair is pulled, the way Jiwoong moans his name, chanting it as he slams in for the last few times.

  He's deep inside the older when he fills him up to the brim. Until it starts leaking down his milky thighs that were regrettably covered. Hao's not done just yet.

  It's been so long since he'd longed for this, it can't end now, not yet.

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Author's note: Happy Thanksgiving.